Amurehna

I had a work dream that I couldn't get into the break room. In the dream it was underground, you had to go down a couple flights of stairs and then a ramp to get to it. At the door is a tall shiny water pump. I know that to open the door you have to level the pump a certain way. I know you have to do something else but I can't remember what it is. I stand there stupidly, watching as another employee opens the door and sprays one of our PSAs in the face, he's on his way out. I jog forward and ask them to hold the door, they do. I go inside, out of the corner of my eye my HR is making fun of me for not being able to get in.

There's a wide, grassy courtyard. They are filing us out from one building into another. I am a man, leaning on another man. There's something wrong with both of us. The extreme opposites of a case. An orderly holds up a curved piece of metal with padded ends, meant to be pressed to my temple. The orderly is monitoring the machine so he doesn't see that my friend likes the treatment. His face twists into an intense mask of joy and amusement. I know he's on his way to being possessed, but I have my own problems. I'm having trouble moving. I know that the treatment will knock me out, even though it's not supposed to. It's supposed to prove that we have passed through the haunted building without picking up any passengers. I lean against my friend and brace myself. When the orderly puts the device to my head I pass out.
"What's wrong with -him-?"

I'm myself again. Someone suggests I go to see the nurse. I do, I wait in the office. It's comfortable, dark red walls. A place to lay down. My friend says he'll go get the nurse. While he's gone the HR manager comes and sits down across from me.
"Sorry, the nurse is out for the day. You can tell me what's wrong though."
"Well...I've been having trouble doing things that used to be easy."
I glance at my friend. He urges me to continue.
"I couldn't remember how to get into the break room and I forgot how to use a---"
She starts laughing at me. "I'm sorry, I was there when you couldn't get in. It was really funny."
I frown, "it isn't funny, you don't understand I--"
"You're right, of course it isn't funny." But she's still laughing at me.

I'm having some trouble remembering this one. I was at work, following a storyline about a murderer. An old story that matched up with current events. Something about a bloody pipe?
I run around a corner by the garden doors and there's a man kneeling there gathering items he had dropped. He gives me an embarrassed smile. I'm stricken by the similarities between him and the dream character Liam, what I call a Liam echo. Meaning that he shares features with the DC, even evokes the same emotions, but I know it isn't him. Even kneeling I can tell he's tall, his hair is dark red. He has the same general face shape, eye color, smile.
"I almost ran over you." I say as I pass him, I hope he thinks I'm pretty and then I'm annoyed with myself. I'm taken, I can't think this way.
"No worries, I'm the moron on the floor."
I keep walking fast, I want to go back to talk to him, but I have to follow the storyline of the dream.

I'm outside, walking with a housing agent and my friend L. We're looking for a place to live together. We find an old apartment building, there are two apartments near the back and right next to each other that are for rent. We think it's perfect.

I'm standing in a bathroom, looking in the mirror. I'm blue all over. A deep sky blue. The color of Liam's eyes. My hair is slicked back, also blue, in a long braid down my back. I'm wearing a matching blue dress with oblong gold beads at the waist and in intricate patterns down the skirt. It makes my eyes look a glowing, impossible green. I turn to my boyfriend but he isn't paying attention. "Hey, look how green my eyes are." ((I'm amused that neither of us care that I'm painted blue))
He still isn't paying attention. I lean close to the mirror and look at the brightness of my eyes. "Hey, look how bright my eyes are!" I say to him again. He waves dismissively and goes back to whatever he was doing without looking at me.